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... would enjoy this extremely spicy flavor." An Ran scratched her head, somewhat embarrassed.
Mu Xingfeng’s eyes darkened upon hearing this. She still remembered that he liked spicy food, she did it for him. A feeling called being moved rose from his heart.
Mu Xingfeng stood up, took a bottle of juice from the refrigerator, poured a cup for An Ran, and then picked up a piece of chicken, removed the skin, and put it in An Ran’s bowl: "Eat, this should be better. If it’s still too spi ...
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